! I'd vote for throwing
Beggars like these in the sea.

Battered bands from Bremen, Berlin;
Bearded bandits, born between
Bari and Bergamo, hurl in!
Bathed--that's what they've never been!

Britons all, oh, be not laggards,
But, like Brighton, move them on!
Bad, bacteria-hearing black-guards,
Beastly, blatant brutes, begone!

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ANOTHER ABOUT THE NEW LORD MAYOR ELECT.--"It's _a Knill wind_ that
blows nobody any good." _Signed_, BOGIE MOORE.

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[Illustration: THE OLD SPIRIT.

["_Gentlemen of the Life Guards,--Forward--March!"--_Sir WALTER SCOTT.
"_Old Mortality_."]

L'ESPRIT DE CORPS (_loq._). "SHAME! SHAME!--IS IT THUS YOU USE YOUR
SWORDS? WHATEVER MAY HAVE HAPPENED, ARE WE NOT STILL 'GENTLEMEN OF THE
LIFE GUARDS'?"

"It is stated that Lord METHUEN, after censuring the
conduct of the regiment, requested the men who had cut the
saddle-panels to step forward and own the act, which would in
that case be dealt with simply as a case of insubordination.
He gave them a few minutes to consider, but as none of them
made any admission, he intimated that he should have to report
the matter to the Commander-in-Chief as a mutiny."--_Daily
Paper_, 30th Sept., 1892.]

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[Illustration: AN ABSENT AUDIENCE.

_Socialist_. "Ah!--it's all very well yer looking at _Me_, with yer
Smiles AND yer Jeers...."]

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DE CORONA.

["The shape of the hat is another token in which individuality
asserts itself, and the angle at which it is worn. There are
men who vary this angle with their different moods."--_Article
on "Men's Dress," Daily News, Sept. 10._]

You ask why I gaze with devotion
At ALGERNON's features, my love?
Nay, you are astray in your notion,
My glance is directed above;
His hair may be yellow or ruddy,
No longer I'm anxious for that,
But now I incessantly study
The tilt of his hat.

At times it will carelessly dangle
With an air of aesthetic repose,
At others will point to an angle
Inclined to the tip of his nose;
When it rests on the side of his head, he
Will smile at whatever befalls,
When pushed o'er his brow, we make ready
For numerous squalls!

When he starts for his train to the City
It is put on exac